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If only I can just
Lie down here
And share a pair of earphones with you
While we read and laugh
With our hands barely touching
For the entire afternoon.
We don't even need to do anything
If you don't want to;
As long as we are beside each other,
Knowing that we are thinking about the same thing:
I'm lucky to be here, with you
Too bad this only happens in my dream.
Too bad this has to be a secret forever.
I love you, but it's meant to be a feeling
I have to keep with myself.
...
At least I have my dreams.
Literature
laodice.
in summer the ghost of the girl who tried so desperately to hang me
with her own hair comes to me again, her wrists bound tight - a victorian
nightgown, the stretch of the fabric a taste on my teeth i can never forget
( contact allergy: the glue from band-aids sends my skin spitting and hot,
the new cells, grown inside as i was, finally brave enough to fight for air )
she blinks her heavy lashes at me and pulls the heat tight around my ribs.
they bend like a ship on the shore under the slime of greenrot and time,
but they do not break. they are not drowned, not her claim to rebuild with.
( if a ship sinks, and you replace it, is the s
Literature
river.flow
we talk in rivers. I have noticed
them flow in the midst of our
conversations – mine the thames,
serpentine slipping as a whisper
through the low meadows, quiet
and hissing. yours the five rivers
of the punjab, vying like brothers
in a tumult of froth and noise,
wrestling their way through
mangrove roots and mazes.
the rivers raised us, taught us their ways.
somewhere two oceans meet in a
place where there is no wind,
the doldrums silent and still
as two currents cancel out in
a moment of collision. as the
thames flows into the punjab
and halts, so too do we stand
together, silent, over-brimming
with restrained tidal
Literature
Exult
Quick frissons of joy, like a harpist
on the planck scale.
The sun is out. All has
tunneled into green. I am
an animal, after all, and so
like the lambs in my mother’s field
I want to kick up my heels.
Spring wilds through me—-my marrow
puts forth flowers. Gold and springwater.
A little easy dopamine,
honey-suckle sweet, and look, God’s
got nothing on me.
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National Poetry Writing Month 17/30 !
Inspired by the song "Secretly" by Magic Power. God, I keep getting inspired by Mandarin songs. XD
Here's a segment of lyrics I translated:
"I kiss you secretly in my dream
I wait for you secretly in the future
I can only love you secretly
I'm secretly silently deeply in love with you"
Inspired by the song "Secretly" by Magic Power. God, I keep getting inspired by Mandarin songs. XD
Here's a segment of lyrics I translated:
"I kiss you secretly in my dream
I wait for you secretly in the future
I can only love you secretly
I'm secretly silently deeply in love with you"
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